Chapter Twenty-SixA beefy orderly wheeled Ruth outside the hospital, and murky sunlight warmed her face. The antiseptic air from inside was replaced by the coal-scented breeze. She pushed herself from the chair and turned to shake his hand. “Thanks, Warren. And congratulations on your engagement. I told you Lucy would say yes.”
The man smiled at her through thick glasses and blushed. “Yes, you did, Miss Brown. I'm beholden to you.”
Ruth nudged his shoulder then closed her eyes against the momentary dizziness. “Nonsense, but I do expect an invitation to the wedding.”
“Of course.” He gestured toward the line of cars at the curb. “Is anyone coming for you?”
“No, I've called a cab. It should be here shortly.”
His brow furrowed. “You should have had someone meet you here. What about that n
